“Milly?” Ethan’s mother taps the restaurant window. “Milly?”
“Oh, yes?”
“Would you like to tell me about yourself?”
“Hmm.”
At that, Ethan returns.
Milly smiles. “I have a work meeting. Nice meeting you.” She gets up, kissing Ethan on the cheek. “See you later.” The door shuts behind her.
“Ethan, she’s stunning. I get it. I really do. But something’s off with her.”
“What, Mom?”
“While you were gone, it’s like”—his mother slides her hand in front of his face—“she wasn’t even here. Please, be careful.”